Ballad of Davy Crockett

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods sos he knew every tree
Kilt him a bar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier

In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin redskin arrows to the countrys woes
No, injun fightin is somethin he knows
So he shoulders his rifle an off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who dont know fear

Off through the woods hes a marchin along
Makin up yarns an a singin a song
Itchin fer fightin an rightin a wrong
Hes ringy as a bar an twict as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer